greater extent, searching everywhere from ocean to Everglades.
Having spoiled The Shadow's chance to stop the flight before it actually
began, the police were welcome to all the bother that a widespread hunt would
produce. They had more means toward such a quest than did The Shadow.
Besides, there was something else that the police had either overlooked,
or forgotten, but which was quite important in The Shadow's estimate. Something
that he might still have time to trace, as he had hunted down Murk's outfit
after their transfer from armored truck to speedboat.
That something was Margo's roadster, which she had driven away under the
command of Colin Nayre, a young man who might, at least, disclose some of the
underlying clues to the movements of Murk Wessel and his gang of killers.
Those crooks had acted with a prearranged precision, and Nayre might
afford some answer to the matter, even though his loyalty was unquestioned in
The Shadow's mind. Having seen Margo's roadster head northward, The Shadow was
quite sure that it had sped for the neck of land that led from Miami Beach.
Dropping his cloak from his shoulders and removing his slouch hat, The
Shadow picked up a cap that the cabby had neglected to take when he bolted.
Police certainly wouldn't question an empty cab, driven by a man who wore
a uniform cap, when it came to the northern barricade. The Shadow would simply
claim that he was answering a call from Golden Beach, a few miles north, along
the strip of land that separated the ocean from the bay.
Again, The Shadow laughed, this time in anticipation of a task that might
amend the opportunities that freakish luck had turned to crime's advantage.
CHAPTER VI
MARGO TAKES A TRIP
THE roadster was making rapid time along the beach road leading north.
Nayre was insistent upon speed, and Margo wasn't in a mood to disagree, not
while the pressure of a cold gun muzzle was so constant.
Nayre had a casual way of easing pressure and applying it again. Sometimes
he shifted the muzzle, so that Margo wouldn't merely imagine that she felt it.
How many miles they'd gone, Margo couldn't guess. She was just beginning
to think about the speedometer, for future reference, when Nayre gave another
nudge with the gun. Coolly, yet with a tone of politeness, he said:
"Turn in there."
By "there," Nayre meant a sand road at the left of the highway. Margo
applied the brakes and made the turn.
As she did, she saw a building that looked something like an office,
though it was in ramshackle condition. It was topped by a sign that could be
read in the moonlight, even though the painting was faded. The sign read: FIVE
DOLLARS AND UP.
Nayre told Margo to stop the car as they rounded the building. Obeying,
the girl saw another ancient structure, that looked something like an airplane
hangar.
Nayre turned off the ignition, but left the key in the lock, though it
wasn't any help. As he opened the door on his side, he beckoned with his
revolver and said:
